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Travel Blogs from Brugge

... and other bulbs and lots of colour. And, they had seeds for a gloriosa superba, a plant that I remember clearly from our backyard in Holland Park. I didn't buy any though - Australian customs may not have approved! The only problem, the market was full of tour groups! Tom was fascinated by all the garden varieties especially the ones used for hallucinogenic purposes! This is Amsterdam, of course, so one expects to see drug transactions as they happen at places like the ...

... a memorial statue in the village of St. Julien. This statue, called 'The Brooding Soldier' was placed to commemorate the contribution of the Canadian 1st Division in the second battle of Ypres in April of 1915 when poisonous gas was first used by the German army. The striking statue is 11 meters tall and with head bowed, faces toward the site of the battle. Next, stop was the Essex Farm Cemetary, just west of Ypres, which is ...

... a Thursday lunchtime. The good thing about it being down such a narrow ally, is you can cling onto the wall when you stagger out of the bar! I headed back to the hostel and then went out for what was the penultimate #TigersOnTour! Brugge were playing Helsinki in the Europa league group stages! The same Helsinki team I saw in a thrilling 3-3 draw with Rapid Vienna, which enabled them to qualify for the tournament! Now Belgium is a place full of great beer, but unfortunately not at ...

... slow motion and nothing you can do to help. There are these poles in the middle of the trail to prevent cars from driving on the trails and someone ran smack into it and flipped over the bike. She ended up being fine other than a cut chin and a big fright. Glad I brought the spray I was given to for my knee so I can be of a bit of help. She was a trooper and got back on and we continued the ride. Had nice conversation with fellow bikers as we traveled through this nice town. ...

... partial to an occasional beer, Mevrouw positively foams at the mouth at the mention of chocolate or ice cream. As if on cue, an ice cream van blares into the campsite. There then follows the unedifying sight of Mevrouw, charging like a loose head prop, handing off small Belgium, German and Dutch children as she barges her way to the ice cream vender. I can't wait to see what she'll be like in the chocolateries of Brugge!!!!